THE SOFA IS TAKEN. BY ME.Small dog.
Small dog.
Twelve
big stories.
I’m Luna. Six years old. Owner of the sofa.
A sheep-toy breakup, a suspicious delivery, and one very welcome winter guest.
Move your biscuit. I’m watching.
Click to share. Tease me at your own risk.
Biscuit radar: ON
On a phone? Tap Luna to feed her. Swipe left and right to tease. Keyboard: Enter or Space.
BEYOND THE SOFAA whole world.
A whole world.
At my eye level.
The humans call it an ordinary day.
They clearly aren’t paying attention.
The sofa is my throne.
The garden is my kingdom.
You? You can stay.
